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The first wistful days of October

Poetry By: donkylemore
Poetry


the awareness that the season is ending and the year dying


Submitted:Oct 5, 2008    Reads: 143    Comments: 10    Likes: 4   


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The autumn soil succumbs , having have given graciously of her womb ;

She slowly surrenders at last to the slumber of the tomb,

As the winter constellations in legions form ;

And the lifeless leaves hang with dark and stark forlorn.

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The sheep from their mountain pastures descend ;

And the hillside farmers go forth their tattered fences to mend .

The sun she rises low and dips lower by the day

And shadows longer grow across the sodden clay.

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The exuberance of the year is dying ;

And summer birds are to their winter migrations flying;

And the boughts with dew are sighing

But all is with the pendulum of nature complying.

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The chestnuts are falling all along the lane ;

And my moods unto SADS they yield again ;

That wretched curse of both the mad and the quite sane,

And how I wish these thoughts were just inane.

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But natures Soul must rest and replenish,

So it can bring again a spring with joyous relish:

And the world must pass to reluctant slumber

These early wistful days , of superanuated October.





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